It’s a wonderful thought to be had
probably because I said something infantile,
as we wallow in each other
and the coziness of cloudy October days,
while breaking through the ingrained pattern of generations
and deciding what is best for us.
Could it be that this idea of healing is a seed
that has been planted within us?
The kind that takes a long time to gestate
when we seek to challenge the uselessness of systems
and return as chrysanthemums
to the fundamental questions that define our being
in this world–
some won’t understand the metamorphosis
that takes place in us,
as we reason with sensibility, make peace with the past
and the present.
I kiss my way through pain and confusion,
longing for simplicity in times of sophistication–
deep into your waters
there exists a voice that beckons to the rebel inside of me.
I embrace darkened innocence
ignoring the cries of bygone summers that state otherwise,
time has added more dimensions to my being,
taught me
to cherish joy when it’s found.
Caressed by the sun I stare into the end of beginning,
whenever
I am doubtful of the raindrops in my life
and though vulnerability is my strongest pursuit in writing
at times the sky opens up and swallows me whole.
I am the gospel of Autumn as I search for truth that’s present
in the universe
as I feel uncertainty and learn to experience without dread,
it’s all right to let go.
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Posted for ‘Kerry’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads
& Posted on ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United
There is a great sense of personal growth in these beautiful words
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I always love to read your poetry on your blog, on a wide screen rather than on my phone. Your lines are so richly developed, they need to fill the whole page. I love your transitional, seasonal poems – this is imbued with a wonderful mix of sensory images.
“I am the gospel of Autumn as I search for truth…”
Are we not all searching for the truth in the post-truth era?
Thank you so much, Kerry 😍 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
I love “Time has added more dimensions to my being.” Each generation has to make its own choices, forge its own path. I think leaves teach us a lot about letting go. Sometimes, if we stop trying to steer and swirl in the current of today, it takes us gently right where we are meant to be. Smiles.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Your tender words and sensitive images are becoming of your honesty and truth here, Sanaa. It is such an evocative verse about metamorphosis, its needs, its natural workings, its reach and its impact.
This is so well said:
“time has added more dimensions to my being,
taught me
to cherish joy when it’s found.”
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
“I am the gospel of Autumn as I search for truth that’s present in the universe”
wow Your poem is beautiful, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Debi 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
As usual I think you come up with the perfect conclusion… in your search… sometimes .. it’s better to let go.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
It is always a delight to read your words Sanaa and this poem is really outstanding. May you too cherish joy when you find it!
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Apologies for the somewhat late comment, Sanaa, but better late than never! I love the idea of healing as a seed that has been planted within us, and that we might return as chrysanthemums, and of kiss one’s way through pain and confusion.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
It is best to let go sometimes. A very romantic metamodernist poem.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Yes to both cherishing joy when it’s found and letting go when it’s time. I like the growth in wisdom evident here. And I love ‘the idea of healing’ as a seed ‘planted within us’ and taking ‘a long time to gestate’.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
return as chrysanthemums
to the fundamental questions – that’s a great image, Sanaa… nicely done.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Some things don’t heal. I have one. You have lined out a nice formula for a part of living very nicely.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I held my breath whilst reading this. The flow of words and your introspection is sublime. ❤️
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
“Could it be that this idea of healing is a seed
that has been planted within us?”
Yes! Yes, it could. And I think that it certainly is. A seed, which only our will and want and blood can grow.
Love the imagery planted in those lines.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
I love your closing stanza here–the vulnerability of it especially–the fact that when we let go, we fly free–your writing is so eloquent–
Thank you so much, Audrey 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
To let go without dread–in a safe place for sure! This tender poem raises such important questions, all along showing the narrator has the wisdom to seek the answers–with kisses, too. I love this:
“. . . when we seek to challenge the uselessness of systems
and return as chrysanthemums . . . “
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
If healing is a seed that is planted within us, then I’m all for the notion that every one of us has within us exactly what we need to heal. We will need air, and light, and water, of course, but the healing can begin.
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
I probably sound like a broken record, but each time I read your work I am blown away by the clarity and strength in your voice. Each time I leave thinking that was the best I’ve ever read from you, and then I return to have you blow my doors off all over again.
This is exceptional writing, and I feel as if I’m learning about you all over again.
Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I like how this piece speaks to me of growth, and how it is possible to look on memories fondly while still realizing it’s best that it’s all in the past now.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️